Date: Thu, 07 Apr 2011 02:37:03 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 6 of Rock and a Hard Place by Hans Schreiber
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Rock and a Hard Place
Chapter 6
Friendship Redefined
I stormed up the stairs and slammed the door to my room. I threw
myself on my bed and pulled a pillow out from under the covers and pressed
it over my head. The coolness of the silky fabric and the total darkness it
provided was a welcome relief to the hot fury burning inside me. "How could
she be so damned cold? Why would it kill my mother to do something nice for
me once? Since the novelty of William had worn off, she was done with him
and called him freaky. One of her snobby friends probably asked why she was
letting a boy like that stay in her house. She could take care of William
if she wanted, but she's just too damn selfish. I hate her."
I lay there fuming and cursing for a long while. Finally, I tossed
the pillow aside and dug my English assignment out of my pack. Moving over
to my desk, I switched on the desk lamp and fired up my laptop. I pounded
out two double spaced pages of a scathing critique on the dumbass book we
were being forced to read, Pride and Prejudice. I expressed pity for the
poor Mr. Bennett forced to live with five daughters and an annoying, bitchy
wife. I didn't actually leave the word "bitchy" in the final draft but it
made the first cut. I was annoyed at having to read the stupid
"chick-flick" love story with its cumbersome old English speaking style and
on top of that having just had a bad experience with my own Mrs. Bennett
downstairs. "Women suck!"
Even as I said it, I knew I didn't entirely mean it. There were a
number of women that I honestly admired. I loved my dad's mother. She was
the most wonderful grandma ever until she got sick and passed away. I can
still remember the weird feeling I had looking at her dead body in the
casket when I was twelve. I told my mother, "That's not grandma." When she
told me that of course it was grandma, I argued with her until my father
put a stop to it. I could sense as a young boy that what made grandma be
grandma was missing from the dead body in the casket.
When I thought about that, a warm, tingling sensation spread over
me. In a moment of pure thought, like a brilliant flash of enlightenment, I
came to understand in absolute certainty that the body is quickened by the
spirit. What made grandma be grandma was her spirit, not her body. I
desperately sought for more enlightenment on the subject but the flash was
gone and I was left again to my own mortal thoughts.
I reflected on the Ladies Choice dance being only a week away and I
still had not been asked to it. I sent Dig a text and asked him if he
thought Carly liked me. Three math problems later, he replied that he
didn't know. "why" he asked. "dunno jus wonderin" I typed.
That was no damn help. I really didn't want to go stag and end up
as the odd man out at the bonfire at Brodie's ranch. How embarrassing would
that be? I needed to put myself out there and drop some hints. I determined
to do it at school the next day. Brodie had a group of about 4 girls he
hung with at different times. I'm sure he had a date already lined
up. Brodie's girls had to speak for him early to beat out the others. He
wasn't super tight with any of them and hadn't done any more than make out
some. But he always had a date whenever he wanted one. I wasn't so lucky. I
was definitely shyer around girls and that made it hard for them to talk
with me. I've never had a problem getting a date for a dance, though. This
wasn't as easy because the girls did the asking, so it was out of my
control. It made me appreciate what girls went through every other time
when a dance came along.
"There's always Brenda," I laughed to myself. She was my debate
team replacement for William at tomorrow's debate meet. She wasn't ugly,
but she was definitely plain. I would say she was a "C" list girl. Carly
was "A" list, cute and popular.
I finished my math and organized my papers for the following day in
my binder and stuck it into my pack. I thought about a midnight
snack. "Maybe some of mom's chocolate experiment?"
I decided against it since I needed to get back on track with my
weight. Instead, I pulled off my shirt, pants and socks, did 40 pushups and
150 sit-ups in just my boxers. I walked to the shower and just rinsed off
quick. I dried, brushed my teeth, slapped on some deodorant and walked
naked back to my room. I pulled the covers back and was about to jump into
my bronze colored silk sheets when the thought struck me that I should
pray.
I considered for a moment putting on some boxers and sweats, but I
remembered William saying "Why would God care?" It really did seem like a
good question. He certainly must know what I've got. I guess some pious
people would think it was disrespectful or even blasphemous, but to me in
that private moment, it seemed to be an act of innocence. I knelt and
shared my thoughts with God. I asked him to help poor William, and I
thanked him for my dad coming to my wrestling meet in case God had inspired
him to do it. Lastly, I thanked him for teaching me about spirits
earlier. I said Amen and was ready to jump in bed when my conscience
pricked at me. I sighed. "Oh, all right." I knelt back down and told Him I
was sorry I had been so mean to my mother even if she was a ...,
well. "Anyway, I'm sorry."
I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I wondered
how William was getting along. I thought about all I had learned from
him. I worried about his recuperation at home and wondered why he was so
against me going there. I had considered masturbating myself to sleep but
after praying, and as I thought about poor William's bloody dick, I lost
interest and drifted off to sleep gently stroking my abs and pecs and
fondling my Gibraltars.
The nightstand monster woke me up early and I threw on my sweats
without even opening my eyes and laced up my running shoes. I pushed my way
through the back door and stretched out my legs. I fished the earphones out
of my pocket, started the tunes and took off on a steady run out the gate
and toward my secret spot in the foothills. I started getting winded sooner
than usual from taking just a few days off. I marveled how quickly I could
lose a level of conditioning. When I reached my spot by the creek, I sat on
the log and caught my breath. Foo Fighters serenaded me while I dropped my
sweats and played with myself, jacking in time with the beat. I smiled as I
purposely timed my finale with the final verse and chorus: And I wonder If
everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this
good again.
The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop When
I say wheeeeeeeeen
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH Yeah!" The chills ran up my spine and my cum shot
over the ground in front of me. I love my morning jog. It's a tradition to
jog there, do a quick jiggle while I rest my legs and then jog back home to
shower. I call it my morning triple "J." Only problem is, it never let's my
heart rate recover. I think it actually increases while I'm jiggling.
I squeezed the last cum out of my dick and lay back on the wide log
to recover. I stared at the morning rays of sunlight streaming through the
leaves of the trees. A beam focused directly in my eyes and I closed them
in peaceful contentment.
Will-i-am started singing "Tonight's gonna be a good
night. Tonight's gonna be a good, good night."
"Today's gonna be a good, good day," I said to myself, changing the
lyric slightly. I was feeling happier and more at peace with myself than I
had for a long time. I really couldn't put my finger on why. The sun moved
higher and the shaft of light shifted off my face. I sat up and rolled my
dick in my fingers, examining it. It's just right. Not too short, not too
long. It's thick enough to be a handful and is nicely proportioned. A small
triangular bush of brown pubes accents it from above. I hefted my long,
dangling balls that had already dropped back down into their sac. My sac
hangs a good two inches below the tip of my dick when I stand up. I really
like my balls. They're soft and mostly hairless. I pulled up my pants and
sang out loud. I was horribly off key, but since no one was there to
complain, I bellowed out, "Today's gonna be a good, good day." I sang along
with the rest of the song until I was getting short of breath and had to
stop singing and just jog.
In debate class, everyone was excited in anticipation of our
meet. We were hosting, so we didn't need to travel. Brenda and I reviewed
our approach to the topic and I found her to be bright and engaging. She
was unbearably plain, though. "A little make-up and some work on that
straight, mousy-brown hair would go a long way," I thought to myself. I
asked her if she had a boyfriend and she looked at me as if I'd asked about
the weather on Mars. I told her I was planning to go visit William after
school in an attempt to shift the conversation to him. She didn't bite.
"That's nice of you," was all she said.
"Who is your new partner going to be when William comes back?"
"I'm not sure. I'll leave it up to Mrs. Jones."
"Have you spent much time talking to William ever?" I probed.
"No, not really. Do you have any quotes on the value of federal
funding of education from the Secretary of Education?"
"Yeah, I think William has some in his box. I searched my reference
database on my laptop and pulled them out for her. He's pretty nice once
you get to know him."
"Who?" Brenda asked, "The Secretary of Education?"
"NO! William."
"Oh."
All right, I'd beat around the bush long enough. "You know where the
phrase 'beating around the bush' comes from?" I asked.
Brenda looked up at me with a puzzled expression. "No. But, I
suppose William told you."
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"Wild guess."
"So back in the middle ages, when they hunted wild boar, they would
beat the bushes with sticks to scare out any wild boar that might be hiding
in them. Since wild boar can be ferocious if you approach them directly,
the hunters would scare them out of the bushes first."
"And you're telling me this because ..."
"Well, I've sort of been beating around the bush with you over
William. See, I kinda can tell he likes you and would really like to go to
Fall Formal with you but he's terrified to come out and ask in case you
have no interest. It would crush him if you said no."
"Hmmm. Did you just compare me to a wild boar?"
I busted up laughing and so did Brenda. We struggled to get control
as Mrs. Jones walked over to see why we were drawing the attention of the
whole class. We apologized and then snickered some more as she walked away.
"No," I said, wiping my eyes, "I just meant ... you know what I
meant."
"Yes."
There was a long pause.
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"Yes, you know what I meant, or yes, you will go to Fall Formal with
William?"
Brenda smiled and said, "Yes. And yes. But ..."
"But, what?"
"My friend told me that Curtis Wilson is planning on asking me. I'd
rather go with William, but if Curtis asks first, I'll have to accept. It
wouldn't be polite to turn him down."
"Cool! How about you write your phone number on this index card and
I can give it to him. Try and avoid Curtis today." She smiled at me and
wrote her number down. I put it in the front of my backpack and we went
back to work on the topic.
"Great. I got a date for William, now what was I going to do?"
I skipped lunch and gathered up my homework for the classes I would
be missing during the debate meet. I also hustled to all of William's
teachers and picked up his homework. I stopped in at the attendance office,
pushed my way through the flapping doors that said "No Students" on them
and walked over to the student helper, Gina Meriwether. I'd had a few
classes with her last year and I think she tried to flirt with me a few
times. If I'm bad at flirting now, I was horrible at it last year,
especially if Dig or Brodie weren't there as my wing men. I smiled at her
and she lit up a bit. "Hey," I said.
"Hi Kyle. You're not supposed to be back here." I ignored her
comment.
"Hey, I got a friend who's out sick this whole week. His name's
William ..."
"Henry David Thames," Gina finished. "Yes, I know. His mother has
called me like four times already to make absolutely sure that he would be
marked as excused due to a 'serious medical matter' that she cannot discuss
in detail."
"That's the one." I laughed with her.
"So YOU are friends with HIM?"
"Yeah. We're debate team partners."
"Ohhhh," Gina said,implying that's the only reason I would possibly
hang with someone like that.
I let it go and said, "So, I, umm, need a little favor."
"Like?"
"I have a really important paper and also his homework to take to
him, and I need his address."
"I can't give you that. I could get in huge trouble."
"C'mon. Please. I won't tell." I said winking. "Trust me."
"I can't." She said.
"Crap. Look, I need to take him a phone number of this girl who
wants to go to Fall Formal with him before someone else asks her."
"So. What's that to me?"
"It's just ... my parents said I can only go if I go with him, since
they trust him and all. I was really hoping if he could get this date I
helped find for him, I ... um ... I could maybe ask you if you'd like to go
with me on a double date." I pretended to be embarrassed and looked away at
the ceiling.
"Really?"
"I mean if you don't want to I understand and all. Its okay. Sorry
if I bothered you."
"NO! I mean, its no bother. I mean, YES. I mean I'd love to go to
Fall Formal with you."
"You would? Really?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"But what about getting his address? If he doesn't get that date, I
can't go."
"Look, I'll go pull his file and accidentally leave it on my
desk. Don't be obvious by writing it down. Just memorize it, okay?"
"Great! How about giving me your phone number and I'll put it in my
phone." I suggested.
She fired off her number and I typed it in and took a picture of her
to link to it in my contacts list. I grinned coyly, and winked. She looked
nervously around and went to pull William's file. She opened it and excused
herself for a minute. I peeked over and read 2315 Mandarin Way. Easy
enough, I knew where Mandarin Way was since we passed it on the way to
Dig's house. I called the hospital and they confirmed that William had been
discharged. I thanked Gina when she got back and had just started walking
away when she called me back.
"Yeah?"
"Umm, Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"Umm, you got a date for Ladies Choice next week?"
I pondered if I wanted to do two in a row with Gina. That could give
others the appearance, and her the impression, that we were starting to go
out. She was nice enough and kind of cute, but she was definitely on the
"B" list. Then I realized I wasn't exactly in a position to be picky, and
if I didn't want to end up the stupid stag at the bonfire, I better take
the bird in the hand instead of waiting for the 'wild boar' in the bush. I
started to crack up at the little joke I just made in my head and panicked
as I realized Gina would think I was laughing at her proposal. I maneuvered
my laugh into a cheerful smile and said, "Not yet, but if you're asking,
I'd love to."
"Cool! Great!"
I made the "I'll call you" motion as I pushed my way out of the
glass door of the attendance office. She was smiling as if she'd won the
lottery. I turned my head and saw her furiously texting someone.
The debate meet went well and Brenda turned out to be a very good
debater. If her appearance wasn't so plain, she could really be strong with
any judge, male or female, deep-thinking or shallow. It was always
interesting to read the judge's comments after a debate and see how valid
their reasoning was for their decision. Occasionally, their comments
reflected a high degree of stupidity. Mostly, though, the comments were
very on target and useful. Our school won handily and Brenda and I swept
both of our debates with glowing comments from all the judges.
I took off right after the final results were reported and
Mrs. Jones lavished her praise on our team's performance. I rushed to
wrestling practice and everyone harassed me about being dressed up in a
suit. I didn't really care; actually I like getting dressed up and looking
sharp. I checked with Coach and he said to go ahead and dress out even
though there was only one-half hour left of practice. I went to the locker
room and quickly got into my practice singlet and headed to the mats for
stretching. I paired up with Captain Banana Boy and Kirk and we worked on
take-downs. Neither one was particularly good at takedowns, and I took them
down 4 to 1 compared to the number of times they took me down.
Coach had us spend the last fifteen minutes doing legal slams. In
order for a slam to be legal in high school, you have to drop them slower
than gravity and one of your knees has to be on or near the mat when your
opponent hits. You also can't use "excessive force" when slamming them. It
is a fine line sometimes, but if you ever drop them on their head or face,
it will almost always be called illegal. It took a real finesse to slam in
a way that is effective but doesn't look excessive. Again, Banana Boy and
Kirk didn't really get it. Twice, after I let Banana Boy pick me up, he
literally threw me down on my neck. I was able to twist enough not to get
injured, but Coach cussed him both times.
I couldn't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose to get even
with me for the horrible nick name I got him stuck with. I couldn't really
blame him if that was what he was doing. When it came my turn, I purposely
reached through his crotch and grabbed a handful of banana and nuts before
sliding my hand on up and lifting him laterally and dropping him chest
first to the mat with me on top of his back. I could feel him pressed
against my arm that was in his crotch. I pulled my hand down through his
crotch and took another grab as I whispered in his ear, "No more dropping
me on my neck, or I'll castrate you. Got it?" He just nodded and I let him
up. When he stood, he grabbed at his crotch and adjusted. He had a partial
boner showing. It amazed me how little it took to get him started.
After practice, I went to my locker and Dig was already naked and
headed for the showers. "What's your hurry?" I asked.
"I'm going to the mall with Rochelle. Her mom's picking us up. Oh,
crap, I forget to text you. Can you find another ride? My mom's not coming
for us today because I'm going with Rochelle."
"Yeah, no problem. I'm actually planning on walking anyway. I need
to go by my debate partner's house and drop off some stuff for him." I was
now naked and we walked together into the showers.
"Oh yeah, it was your debate thingy today. I saw the geek team
running around school all dressed up. That's why you were late to practice
and wearing that monkey suit, right?"
"Right. I won both debates, by the way. Thanks for asking." I
sneered.
"Oh yeah. Sorry. Glad you won."
"What you going to the mall for? Just to hang out?" I asked to make
conversation.
"Nah, Rochelle wants to get matching t-shirts for next Saturday's
dance."
"Serious? You're gonna get matching shirts? Oh my God, did aliens
kidnap you and cut your balls off?" I teased. "Is it gonna be one of those
teal ones that says 'I'm Hers' with an arrow pointing to Rochelle that says
'I'm His'?"
"Shut the fuck up." He said trying to sound menacing but struggling
not to smile.
"You're pulling out all the stops on getting laid next week, aren't
you?" I said.
"Whatever it takes." Dig smiled sheepishly. "I'm getting it in her
this time. She already agreed to it."
"No shit?"
"No shit!"
I fell into silence imagining his oversized head pushing its way
into Rochelle's tunnel of love. I had to actually force myself to think of
something else to keep from ending up like Banana Boy. I glanced over and
he and Kirk were showering in the corner again. It was their usual
hangout. They both appeared to have pudgies like mine at the moment. I
thought about William and his bloody bandaged boner from the other night
and I shrunk back down immediately.
"So are we hanging out tomorrow? You talk to Brodie?" I asked. The
Screw Crew hadn't gotten together for any real fun for a long time.
"Oh, yeah about that. I'm going over to Rochelle's. I promised to go
with her and her family to her little sister's ... thing."
"Serious? Dude, are you pussy whipped or what? You're seriously not
hanging with us tomorrow, so you can go to her sister's thing. What kind of
thing?"
"Dance recital," he mumbled.
"Holy shit. You really have gone to the dark side. Don't even bother
with a condom when you fuck her, you already lost your balls, so no
worries. " The conversation had moved from friendly banter to real
annoyance. We used to text ten to fifteen times a day and now he didn't
even bother texting me that I needed to find my own ride home from school
and he didn't even bother telling me he was blowing off the Screw Crew
outing for a dance recital. Amazing.
Scotty and Kirk bounced past us and I said, "Hey Scotty, do you and
Kirk want to hang out tomorrow with me and Brodie? We're gonna go sign
hunting, TP some teacher's houses, and play PS3."
Scotty looked at me very suspiciously, but Kirk spoke up
immediately saying "Sure!" Scotty chimed in with a less committal maybe and
we headed to the lockers and swapped phone numbers. Dig acted like he
didn't give a damn, but I knew it bugged him that I was inviting Scotty and
Kirk into the circle. But wtf, he's the Screw Crew dropout here.
After I got Scotty's number, I reached out and cupped his balls
briefly and said, "Sorry about threatening you earlier with loss of your
little friends here; I was just pissed at you dropping me on my head those
times."
He grinned and said, "Yeah, I deserved it. I was just trying to get
even for all the shit you been giving me lately."
"I know. I deserve that too. I'm sorry. I never meant for the whole
nickname thing to happen. How about we start over and try to be friends?"
"You want to kiss and make up?" He said with a wry grin on his face
and one eyebrow raised.
"Ahhhh, no. How 'bout we just go straight to the making up part."
"Okay." He grabbed my balls and gave a gentle squeeze as I was
turning to walk off and I spun back around. "God, you got a nice set; they
hang like a pair of Brahma bull balls." He smiled at my discomfort.
I gave a nervous laugh and headed back to my locker. I put on the
extra jeans and t-shirt I brought in my wrestling bag and carefully folded
my suit and dress shirt, tucking them into my duffle. The room was mostly
deserted and Dig was long gone to meet up with his new distraction. I was
conflicted over Scotty's behavior. I supposed he must be gay and I wondered
now about Kirk. I guess I did kind of start the grabbing thing, but it was
all just to emphasize a point. His grab was just for the hell of it to cop
a feel. I stood in front of the mirror and messed with my hair a bit before
texting my mother and telling her that Dig's mom wasn't coming today but I
would just walk home. I didn't expect her to respond and I'm sure she would
be relieved not to have to pick me up. Still, if she got mad about me not
letting her know where I was, I could prove I had done so by showing the
text.
Walking out the door, I saw Scotty and Kirk walking together and
picking up their pace. They caught up to me as we entered the gymnasium and
we walked across the basketball floor together. "Kirk's coming over to my
place for a bit to hang out. Wanna walk with us and hang a bit?" offered
Scotty.
My first reaction was to turn him down since I was going over to
William's house, but then I figured what the heck. William wasn't going
anywhere and I wouldn't mind expanding my friend network a little,
especially since Dig was cutting out on us for Rochelle. We pushed through
the double doors and talked about wrestling and school and I whined about
how whipped Dig had become. We all laughed about that. "Hey Kirk," Scotty
said throwing his arm around Kirk's shoulder, "Maybe you and I should get
matching pink t-shirts when we go to Ladies Choice together next week. They
could both say 'I'm with HIM'."
Kirk pushed him away and took a playful swing at him. I stared in
disbelief as they both broke out in uproarious laughter. "You should see
your fucking face. We're fuckin' messing with you dude." Scotty
confessed. "God, your look of horror was precious. Are you going?"
"Yeah."
"Who with?" Scotty asked, batting his eyes.
"Gina Meriwether."
"She's pretty nice. I had some classes with her before," Kirk
said. "Cathy Davis asked me."
"Cool," I said. "You been asked to go, Scotty?"
"Yeah. I got asked, but I'm not going. I'm out of town next weekend
with the rents to visit friends." I wondered if he really was or if that
was just a convenient excuse to avoid an uncomfortable boy/girl situation.
"So Kirk, you made any plans for after the dance? A bunch of us are
going out to Brodie's ranch for a bonfire," I inquired.
"Sounds fun, I'll check with my parents and with Cathy."
We got to Scotty's house and went out back. He had a hoop on the
back driveway where they parked their motor home. Scott got the keys and
pulled it out of the way. I was jealous he could just drive like that. I
can't wait to drive and get some real freedom. We played 21 where it's kind
of every man for himself. Two guys guard the one with the ball and after
every bucket you make, you get up to 5 free throws until you miss one. Then
whoever gets the rebound has to take it back and try to score. It was fun
since we all pretty much sucked equally at the sport. Scotty won since he
had the height advantage and probably shoots hoops more than Kirk or I
do. We peeled off our shirts early on in the game and were pressing our
sweaty upper bodies against each other.
After we finished, we headed inside. We all went in Scotty's
bathroom he shared with his little brother and an older sister. It was
obvious the sister had taken over the place. Her shit was everywhere. We
wiped ourselves down with a wet washcloth and then dried off. Scotty
started a titty-twister game and pretty soon we were covering our nipples
with both hands crossed over our chests and taking quick stabs at each
other then clapping our palms back over our nipples to protect them from
counter attacks. We were laughing our heads off.
Scotty's mom asked if we wanted pizza and of course that was a
really stupid question. None of us could eat pizza during wrestling
season. We all kicked our shoes off and watched the movie, Hot Rod, on
Scotty's PS3 in his room while we waited for the salads to show up. The
rest of the family had the pizza and were absolutely merciless, smacking
their lips and making mmmmm sounds as they ate it. They all drank carrot
and mango juice with it. That seemed weird, but it tasted good actually.
Scotty had a sweet setup in his room. He had a double bed on the
bottom and his little brother slept above him on a single sized bunk
bed. Kirk crawled up the ladder and lay on top of the bunk bed with
Scotty's little brother. Scotty and I lay on our stomachs on his bed with
our chins in our hands and pillows stuffed under our chests for
support. His TV was mounted on the wall across from the foot of his bed. It
was obvious that Kirk hung out here a lot here because Scotty's little
brother was very comfortable around him. They sat with their backs against
the wall and pillows propped up behind them. Scotty's little brother sort
of snuggled down in the crook of Kirk's arm and he was shirtless like Kirk
was.
When the food arrived, I climbed off the bunk and looked up at the
two of them and was a bit shocked that I could see up the loose gym shorts
worn by Scotty's little brother. He had no underpants on and I could
clearly see his tiny, hairless scrotum and his two inch limp penis lying
over the small sac. I looked quickly away, a bit embarrassed.
While his family was tormenting us with the pizza, Scotty's mom
asked if I was spending the night. When I told her I hadn't really planned
on it, Scotty urged me to check and see if I could. Kirk chimed in that he
was planning on it. Scotty's little brother offered to sleep in the family
room so I could have his bunk. I was embarrassed about kicking him out of
his bed and I offered to sleep on the couch or on the floor of the bedroom
under a blanket. I suggested my mom could bring a sleeping bag when she
brought my other stuff.
"What stuff?" asked Scotty, "Like your blankey and teddy bear?" He
said it in front of his family and his sister laughed so hard I thought she
was gonna upchuck her pizza. She was a freshman in the local JC and she was
pretty good looking. She just had on a t-shirt - no bra - and some short
shorts. The whole family was pretty casual. None of them wore much.
"No," I said indignantly, "Like my toothbrush and something to sleep
in."
"You don't need nothin' to sleep in, I already said you can sleep in
my bed," the little brother said looking confused.
"I mean bed clothes to sleep in."
Everyone sort of giggled. Even Kirk put a hand over his mouth and
looked away from me. It was like I wasn't in on some private joke. They let
it pass and no one explained. I called my mother and asked if it was all
right for me to spend the night and she couldn't care less until I asked if
she could bring me some things. Then her mood changed and I finally told
her never mind. I never even told her where I was spending the night at. As
a courtesy, I sent a text to my dad with Scotty's address and phone
number. He returned my text to have fun and be good.
"It's fine with my parents," I announced, "But I'll just have to
rough it and sleep in my jeans." Everyone objected at that, saying it was
unhealthy and Scotty suggested he could give me a pair of his shorts to
sleep in if I wanted them. I continued to feel there was an elephant in the
room that only I couldn't see. We returned to Scotty's room and started
playing PS3. We hopped from game to game for a while and settled on a
racing game. Kirk and Sammy were better than me because they played it a
lot, but it was fun anyway and I crashed less and less each time I played.
About ten o'clock, Scotty's sister walked into his room and said,
"I'm showering first before any of you boy trolls, so you don't take all
the hot water."
Scotty said "Yeah, whatever," without even looking up at her. I was
looking at her though. Her perky tits pushed the loose t-shirt out and I
could just make out the protruding nipples. When she turned around, her
butt cheeks were spilling out of her black, short shorts. Long, slender
legs emerged from the shorts and ran to the floor past her ankle, sporting
a small gold ankle bracelet, and on to where her perfectly formed petite
feet with painted toenails stood on the beige carpet. I was mesmerized. No
one else paid any attention, except my dick noticed her too. I had already
changed into the shorts that Scotty was lending me and I sat up and bent
over to hide my erection. I scolded my naughty dick and commanded it to
relax.
Scotty's mother called to his little brother to come to bed. He said
he was getting to sleep in his mom and dad's room and was excited for
it. When he said his sister was still hogging the shower, his mom told him
he could shower in their bathroom. He jumped up and shucked his shorts,
tossing them nonchalantly into a basket at the foot of the bed. I watched
his cute, little, naked dick that barely hung over his little pouch. His
little dick bounced as he skipped naked out of the room toward his mother's
voice. Again, no one seemed to pay this any attention other than me.
When the hottie sister called down the hall to us that she was out,
Scotty told me to go ahead and be next since he and Kirk were in the heat
of a two man battle on the PS3. I agreed and pulled off my ankle socks and
put them in my wrestling duffle bag. I walked down the hall toward the
bathroom and passing the sister's room, I glanced through the open door and
nearly swallowed my tongue. There she stood stark naked with her back to
me, combing her hair with one hand and fiddling with her alarm clock with
the other. I could see the side view of one breast and her perfect ass,
shaped like an upside down heart. I looked away and did a couple quick
double time steps to move past the doorway before she saw me. My heart was
racing and my dick sprang back to full attention. I showered quickly and
even though my dick was screaming for attention, I didn't want to do it in
the shower and waste the hot water.
As soon as I started drying off, the door opened and in walked
Scotty's sister. She was still naked. I gasped and quickly covered my
privates with the towel. I got a full frontal view of her breasts emerging
from her tan chest that gave way to a narrow waist, centered with a cute,
little, inny belly button. A perfectly trimmed triangular brown bush
disappeared between her milky thighs. "Forgot my phone in
here. Sorry. Can't live without it." She grabbed her cell phone and whirled
around to leave just as Scotty stepped in, also completely naked. They sort
of brushed against each other as he walked in.
Scotty made no comment but moved to the toilet, lifted the lid and
started pissing. I finished drying , put on my pit wax and wrapped my towel
around me and carried my boxers and borrowed shorts back to Scotty's
room. His sister's door was shut this time when I walked by. I couldn't
shake the image of her. My dick kept stirring each time I had a
flashback. Back in the boy cave, I dropped my towel and fished out the
other pair of boxers. They'd been worn too, but I didn't sweat in that pair
so they felt cleaner to me. Kirk was sitting on the lower bed and looking
through a wrestling magazine of Scotty's. He paid me little attention.
"Dude, Kirk. I just saw Scotty's sister completely naked just now."
"That's cool."
"Cool? That's all you've got to say? Did you hear me? She was
completely naked and she just walked in the bathroom when I was drying off
and I was naked too. She came in to get her cell phone. How whack is that?"
Kirk looked up at me and smiled. "Probably should have filled you in
earlier. Scotty's family isn't ordinary."
"I've noticed."
"Yeah, see if you weren't here, everyone would be going around naked
all night. They're like really liberal and believe in like being all
natural and stuff. They go on nudist family outings with other
nudists. That's actually why he can't go to Ladies Choice next
week. They're all going on a camping trip in their motor home with a bunch
of their nudist friends."
I stared up at Kirk who stared back amused at the look on my
face. He reached over with his bare foot and pushed my dropped jaw closed.
"Wow. So when you stay over, you hang out naked too?"
Kirk laughed, "Yeah, you could say it that way all right, I HANG OUT
too." He stood up and dropped his shorts and boxers and said, "Sounds like
he's out of the shower." He walked out the door and down the hall
completely naked as if he was in the locker room. I just sat on the floor
next to my duffle bag thinking all about what I'd just learned. Scott
walked in naked and smiled at me.
"So Kirk filled you in, huh?"
"Yeah," I said.
"You freaked? Wanna bail?"
"No. I mean, whatever right? Live and let live? To each his own?"
Scotty just smiled. "Don't go spreading it around all right. I
wasn't sure you could be trusted but since Kirk already told you, it's too
late. My stupid sister does that shit just to mess with me. She did
something like that to Kirk before he knew about us, too. I'm too tired to
play any more PS3. When Kirk gets out, let's go to bed," Scotty said.
"Yeah. I agree." I stood up and watched as Scott pulled back his
covers and slipped into bed naked. He slid over against the wall and patted
the space next to him. "Kirk can take the top bunk."
I stood frozen, uncertain how to proceed. Scotty just stared at me
in silence, lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, and his
limp dick dangling toward the bottom sheet. He had a completely blank
expression on his face. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts
and boxers and took them down in one motion. I stepped out of them and
tossed the shorts into the basket and stuffed my boxers in my duffle. My
phone buzzed and I picked it up. It was the fourth message from William. I
felt bad I hadn't sent him a text. I had completely forgotten about him; I
was having so much fun with Scotty and Kirk.
He was wondering about the debate meet. He wanted to let me know he
was home and was doing fine. He asked if I debated with Brenda and what I
thought about her. Reading between the lines, I felt his loneliness and
desire to connect with someone who cared about him. I shot back a quick
text that I was glad he was doing better and I would call tomorrow. I told
him to get some sleep. Immediately, my phone buzzed with his reply "Most
Magnificent. I entreat you to engage in Sweet Dreams." I chuckled and
tossed the phone back in the bag, turned and climbed into bed with another
naked boy, rolled away from him and stared at the digits on the alarm
clock, waiting for them to turn, minute by minute waiting for sleep to
overtake me.
Kirk walked in, smiled broadly at me, killed the light, and then he
climbed up into the upper bunk in the dark. The silence was deafening until
the upper bunk began a slow rhythmic squeak. My heart was pounding. The
covers rustled and a hand slid slowly over my hip then paused
tentatively. I held my breath. It continued a gentle stroking motion up my
ribs and over my shoulder.
"Don't" I silently said to my stiffening dick. "You'll embarrass me
and give him the wrong idea about me." It ignored me completely. More
rustling occurred. The warm hand traced its way back down over my shoulder,
along my ribs and hip, then turned and moved across my firm ass cheeks,
squeezing and fondling them. I was trembling. More rustling.
I felt the impression of Scotty's downward arching dick press into
the crack of my ass and his solid chest press firmly against my back. His
arm draped over me and softly rubbed my pecs and abs. He traced slowly up
my neck and with one finger traced around the outline of my lips. I parted
them and moaned softly. He slipped a finger between them barely and I bit
gently on the tip of it. A leg draped over mine. The touching of his flesh
to mine was incredibly satisfying. It felt like my entire body, not just my
dick, was one enormous erection. His blood filled banana was pushing itself
into my crack and I could feel it straining against it.
I was beyond any means of self control. I was hopelessly subject to
anything Scotty wanted to do with me. I was in an hypnotic trance. I could
smell the pleasant scent of his freshly washed hair. I tried to focus on
every point of contact between our two bodies, and on every sensation from
all my senses. I listened to the slow rhythmic squeak from above and
smelled the odor of a boy's bedroom, and focused my eyes on the neon green
digits flicking slowly minute by minute, willing them to stop and leave me
suspended in this moment, not wanting to miss any part of the experience.
Scotty's hot breath warmed my neck with each exhale. He pulled
slightly away and with the leg draped over me and his hand on my chest,
rolled me a quarter turn onto my back. I turned my head toward him, glassy
eyed and smiled. In the dim light, I saw him smile back. "Time," he said.
I wrinkled my brow. I thought maybe he meant that was it. Like in
"times up."
"Time to kiss and make up," he whispered. He slid against me,
pressing his erection into my hip and draping his knee over my manhood. He
leaned in and pressed his soft lips against mine. His hand slid behind my
neck and he pressed me deeper into the kiss. Slowly, he suctioned my lower
lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. My eyes were forced closed and I
focused on the incredible sensual experience. He released my lip and I
pressed my lips back against his firm and passionate. He slipped his tongue
into my mouth and we batted tongues against each other for a brief eternity
of blissful foreplay. He broke the kiss and said, "I want to suck your
amazing balls. Is that okay with you?"
It was so okay with me, but all I could do was nod. He descended
slowly kissing my neck, chest, nipples, abs, and tonguing my belly
button. Then, lifting my precious penis, he swirled his tongue over the
engorged head of it and down the shaft. One hand caressed my chest and his
other my legs and thighs as he sucked in first one of my large rocks and
then the other. They had pulled up in my sac but were still loose enough
for him to fully engulf each one of them in his mouth. Suddenly, I realized
how fortunate I was to have testicles. I pitied every woman in the world
for the lack of them. I recognized the horror William must have experienced
at losing one. I closed my eyes again as Scotty spent days and weeks
exploring, licking, sucking and tugging on my rocks and their pouch. His
upper hand moved from my chest to my aching erection and was slowly, gently
stroking me while he continued sucking my sensitive stones.
Never had the sexual tension built so slowly and evenly, almost
imperceptibly. Never had the gates of my orgasmic reservoir held back such
a tremendous demand for release. The anticipation of the impending flood
consumed me until somehow, instinctively, Scotty knew the very instant to
slip his mouth over the head and down the shaft of my desperately aching
penis. The timing of the moist warmth of his mouth on my sensitive pillar
of manhood burst open the gates and the flood of orgasmic power washed over
me from head to toe. I cried out in ecstasy, I shook and twitched all over
and felt the enormous explosion of my juices into his welcoming
receptacle. Wave after wave shook me until I was rendered a quivering mass
of warm goo, panting, giggling and weeping all at once.
I lay there motionless except for my twitching dick that hadn't yet
forgotten the power of the experience, when I felt his soft lips press
again to mine. A familiar taste slid between my lips as Scotty shared my
own nectar with me. I sipped my sweet juices in over my tongue and savored
this sublime finale to the most amazing sexual experience of my life. I
sensed no expectations or hints from Scotty to perform anything for him in
return. It was all about me. The slippery residue on his shrinking penis
pressed against my hip told me he had achieved satisfaction from providing
me with satisfaction - friend to friend.
I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this chapter in the life of Rock. If you
have comments, or if you would simply be so kind just to let me know you
are reading and hopefully enjoying my story, you may email me at
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